Woke up to the usual chatter of my lovely boys in their bedroom. One is in the crib, one is rolling around on the floor. Richard is making monkey noises, his specialty. He's jumping up and down in his crib in his best imitation of a monkey. Vincent is encouraging him by carefully pretending to dole out "monkey chow" and bananas. I open the door to all the hooting and hollering where a very serious zookeeper tells me, "Monkeys LOVE bananas!"

Richard responds with a chant of "Bananananananas!"

I suppose I should be more careful when I refer to them as "my little monkeys" especially after the 1 zillion recitations of 5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed.

(but nobody said anything about jumping on the couch!)